My Mother's hands are gentle hands,
All-healing hands and deft,
Completing what they have to do,
And blessing what is left.

My Mother's heart's a tender heart,
And very wise, as well.
The greatness of its love for me
No words of mine can tell.

Oh, Mother mine what can I say?
What can I do or be
To give you something in return
For all you give to me?